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Updated: June 2, 2025
She sat gazing into the lovely young face for a long time, while the old man seemed lost in dreams. "Gran'fathah," she said at length, patting his cheek to attract his attention, and then nodding toward the portrait, "did she love my mothah like my mothah loves me?" "Certainly, my dear," was the gentle reply. It was the twilight hour, when the homesick feeling always came back strongest to Lloyd.
"Walkah," she called, "cut me a big locus' bough. I want to wave it fo' a flag!" Just as he dropped a branch down at her feet, she caught the sound of wheels. "Hurry, gran'fathah," she called; "they's comin'." But the old Colonel had already started on toward the gate to meet them.
There's a doll I brought her from New Orleans once when she was about your size. No telling what it looks like now, but it was a beauty when it was new." Lloyd clapped her hands and spun around the room like a top. "Oh, I'm so glad I came!" she exclaimed for the third time. "What did she call the doll, gran'fathah, do you remembah?"
"I never paid much attention to such things," he answered, "but I do remember the name of this one, because she named it for her mother, Amanthis." "Amanthis," repeated the child, dreamily, as she leaned against his knee. "I think that is a lovely name, gran'fathah. I wish they had called me that." She repeated it softly several times.
She was impatient at the slightest delay, and only half answered his questions. "Oh, come, gran'fathah!" she pleaded. "Don't wait to talk!" But he held her until he had learned all the circumstances. He was convinced by what she told him that both Lloyd and her mother were unduly alarmed. When he found that no one had sent for him, but that the child had come of her own accord, he refused to go.
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